The air outside Baines's quarters was crisp, tinged with the faint scent of pine from the surrounding Darkan forests. Tasha stood at his door, her eyes alight with excitement, clutching a parchment emblazoned with the Solaris Imperial Family's seal. T
he announcement of the "Rising Star" tournament had set her heart ablaze. She thrived on competition, and this was no ordinary contest. Darkos, the capital of the Darkan lands, had become a focal point of intrigue in recent months, drawing the empire's gaze. The tournament promised not only glory but a chance to sate the curiosity of those eager to uncover the secrets of this enigmatic region.
"When is it?" Baines asked, his voice flat as he scanned the letter, his expression as unreadable as stone.
"Two weeks," Tasha replied, nodding enthusiastically. "Plenty of time for travelers to arrive and rest before the tournament begins."
